It’s a Mugs Game

Years ago, everyone had their own mug and even if you were visiting someone’s house, the chances were you’d be given the same drinking vessel each time.
It wasn’t exactly a tradition, but it seemed to follow that when I set up home, I had rather a lot of mugs in the cupboard, even though it was only the two of us.

As time progressed, I started to collect pretty ones or perhaps one that was slightly unusual (the one with the handle on the inside was always a good topic of conversation).
One year when funds were particularly low, Sis decided it was a mugs Christmas and as the super heroes movies were out in force, the boys got Batman and The Incredible Hulk, Partner got Superman, and I got a pretty box of tissues.
In the New Year, I was given a Strawberry Shortcake mug by the eldest boy because there was no ‘Di’s Mug’ on the shelf.
Those mugs lasted years but unfortunately mine was knocked against the tap and the handle fell off. I didn’t throw it away though, but stuck the handle on with superglue and put it on the ornamental shelf with my pretties.

I bought Hubby a dunking mug about three years ago, but sadly that gave up the ghost recently as it had a chip in it and it was only a matter of time before it started to leak. If I see another, I shall replace it as he loved it and it was just right for gingernuts and rich tea!
He bought me a mug the same year with Her Ladyship on it, and it’s still going strong. I have another in the cupboard with a D on it which he bought last year on our Ten Pound Dash, so I shall never be without a personal mug again.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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